lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 0:27:36 GMT -6
Marian thought that the human heart was pretty nasty. Granted, he'd seen worse things as evidence, so he was a little desensitized to it, but it was still kind of gross either way, especially considering it was a fucking Morning Star child's heart. Pride demons were super creepy, although that may have been just because he couldn't use his magic against them.
Marian really hated that weakness thing.
"We have to get going again," Marian said wearily to Dago. He began walking out of the sleazy hotel, towards where the gluttony circle was. Well, at least he wasn't weak against those demons. Hopefully, they would be cooperative. If not, well, he could still use his magic. He hadn't used very much tonight, although pushing the knife through the door had been a little hard.
Marian was suddenly very happy he'd been given all of Zed's magic, as well. It at least meant he could last longer than if he didn't have it.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 0:37:34 GMT -6
Dago nodded and followed Marian out of the Hotel. He swore a little bit under his breath when he realized where they were.
“Why… why the fuck are we here?” he said pointlessly when he saw the view of hell, “Nevermind, sorry,” he quickly corrected.
It felt like the temperature here was sub-zero, which was a stark contrast to the sweaty-feeling hotel. Dago could even feel the fucking cold; he was glad he started wearing a jacket and a sweater ever since he became a vampire.
The gluttony circle warmed up compared to the pride circle, but there was only a slight difference. It was immediately obvious that they were in the glutton circle because it was much dirtier and unkempt compared to the pride circle. After a few more minutes of walking, there were sounds of squealing pigs. The gluttony circle was full of pig-like demons wearing aprons and chef hats that were running around with large pots and pans full of different types of meat and wines. There was a pair of pig demons that even carried one of their own, naked and trussed up like a sucking pig.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 0:54:18 GMT -6
Marian wasn't surprised when he saw where they were. Hell. Great. He hoped he never had to come back here. He just had to not die, that was it. . Make sure to not have any kids with demons. Hopefully, Upstairs had given him a different kind of immortality than they had given Dimitri.
Marian was suddenly very glad that he was still wearing his jacket. He was holding the heart of the Morning Star child in his hand, which was really weird, but he didn't want to stain the inside of his jacket with creepy pride demon blood. Really, he didn't need another reminder of this night, ever again.
When they finally arrived in the gluttony circle, Marian found himself asking "Where is Moggnigua?" He just wanted to get this over with; the gluttony circle was really creepy. Pig demons? Ugh. He was suddenly very glad that he was not guilty of gluttony and didn't have to deal with this for eternity.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 1:05:31 GMT -6
One of the pig demons stopped with a large pitcher full of wine held in both hands. He sneered at Marian with his thin lips and glared with his beady eyes.
“What in the hell do you want with Moggie?” he grunted, “Fuck off, you aren’t going to bother her. She’s busy with the banquet.”
He hurried off, yelling along his way, “’Ey, this fucker thinks he’s looking for Moggnigua!!”
There was some chortling among the pigs who were close enough to hear, but the others who didn’t laugh quickly dropped what they were doing and went to approach Marian and Dago.
“You punks gotta problem, think you’re all bad and shit,” one of them called out as they approached.
There were about twenty of them out of the hundreds that were running to and fro across a large red field and over matching hills on both sides.
The closest one came up and shoved them both in the shoulders roughly. He looked pissed off. Dago gave Marian an ‘are they serious’ look.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 1:16:40 GMT -6
"We've got a message for her," Marian said flatly. So she was at the banquet, hmm? Wherever this banquet was. He frowned. Well, these pig demons weren't being very helpful. Oh well, that was just too bad for them that Marian didn't have any restricts on what he could do to demons.
And then one of them went up and pushed him. How nice.
Marian sighed. "To use a cliche: You really shouldn't have done that. Extremus Fortis Compello Diabolus," he said cooly. "Tell me where this banquet is, what Moggniuga is doing in it, and don't lie, either." That would either put all of the other pig demons into a rage or it would make them stop bothering him. Marian was anticipating the former to happen, although he would've preferred it if the latter happened.
What the hell was Lucifer gaining by making him beat up gluttony demons, anyway? Unless he thought that the gluttony circle was a threat, and it didn't seem like one.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 1:32:41 GMT -6
The pig demon froze for a moment in fear. The others stopped approaching and even backed off a little. The gluttony circle wasn’t known for it’s strength, just its tendency to attempt to intimidate. The gluttony circle was far from a threat, but everyone in it acted tough to compensate.
“The banquet is being held at Lord Beelzebub’s place of holding and Moggnigua is cooking his monthly meal,” the pig demon sputtered without issue.
“Just get him to go get her,” Lucifer said suddenly, “You don’t want to go to Beelzebub. Not yet anyway.”
“I can get her for you!” the pig demon said abruptly, “Just don’t kill me, please!”
He was a disgusting, sniveling mess, but was begging for his life. He wanted to look around and see if his companions were with him, but they weren’t and that made him want to piss himself.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 1:39:49 GMT -6
"Go get her, then," Marian commanded, staring the pig demon down. He was pleased to see that the other gluttony demons stopped approaching and even backed off. Good, just like they should have, Marian thought smugly.
He didn't exactly like being pushed around by weak little demons, especially when he could easily turn them into dust with an easy incantation. Well, among other things, he had learned magic pretty well from Dimitri. Marian couldn't deny that, even though there was so much wrong with Dimitri on so many levels.
He didn't like the way Lucifer told him he didn't want to see Beezlebub yet, yet being the key word. Did that mean he had to go see the Lord of Gluttony? His past experiences with lords of sin hadn't ended well- Mammon had tried to eat his soul, and Lucifer. . Well, Lucifer did so many creepy things that Marian didn't want to think about, including this.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 1:47:13 GMT -6
The pig demon that Marian had control of and the rest ran off into the distance, squealing like the pigs they were. There was some eerie silence until the ground started rumbling. It steadily went from minor tremor to strong earthquake. Dago had to catch himself before he feel and jump away from the large crack that was appearing in the ground. The crack got bigger and bigger until something very large started to crawl out of it.
A completely nude and 50-foot torso appeared from the crack. Its skin was a sickly green color and when a womanly head appeared, the hair was a sickly green blonde as well. Moggnigua pulled herself only halfway out of the crack, but she was still huge. Had she been normal sized, she would have been a rather thin woman with an impressive bust. She crossed her arms over her chest, a long two pronged fork in her left hand.
“You’re the one who’s been bothering my pigs,” she said, staring down at Marian with an angry glint in her blue eyes.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 1:52:39 GMT -6
Marian shrugged as an answer, but inside he was a bit freaked out. A giant green chick had come out a crack in the ground of Hell. With creepy hair that was the colour of his when he went swimming in a pool with chlorine in it. Also, he really didn't want to be impaled by that giant fork. Sure, Lucifer had told him he wouldn't lead him to his death, but this was Lucifer after all, it was just as likely that he was lying than he was telling the truth! He didn't even have a successor picked out or anything; nobody was suitable for the job.
Maybe Mischa, but she wasn't really trained as a mage.
Oh well, he had to focus on this to make sure that he didn't get impaled by that giant fork. "I want the largest glass of angelic ambrosia," he said, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as he did while talking to the creepy woman in New York. "The king's glass."
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 2:13:18 GMT -6
Moggnigua frowned a bit and tapped her fingers around her fork. She looked as though she were contemplating something. She wasn’t weighing her choices here, of course. She was the fifty-foot woman; she was trying to figure out if blondes were better marinated in butter or lemon and rosemary.
“Like fuck I’m going to give you my most expensive ambrosia,” she finally decided.
To illustrate her point, she angled her fork experimentally, trying to figure out if she could fork Marian and Dago at once. She passed her huge tongue over her lips and shark-like teeth. She slammed her fork in front of the crack she was stuck in; it was about a foot and a half from Marian’s feet.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t eat you like clams,” she said menacingly.
She tapped the top of her fork with one finger, impatient.
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